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Episode #4 – The Actor In The Singer

Scattershot Symphony -The Music of Peter Link
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Episode #4
The Actor In The Singer

“I’ve always loved great singers …

What makes them extra-ordinary is an innate ability to get inside the lyric of a song and live it. Their greatness lies not in the instrument of their voice, but rather in the commitment to each precious moment of the song — simply put, the commitment by the actor in the singer.

What separates the great ones from the good ones is not the instrument, but rather the way they use it. 

Judy Garland had a fine instrument, but, let’s face it, she knocked it out of the park with her incredible connection with each moment. 

For most people, singing a song is pretty much a matter of learning the words and the notes of the melody.

What the great ones do is to take it far beyond the music and the lyric.  That’s what makes us, the audience, weep, or joy, or soar or sigh — the actor in the singer.”

~Peter Link

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  • Title: Woman On A Train
  • Artist: Julia Wade
  • Lyricist: Peter Link
  • Sample:
  • Lyrics:

    WOMAN ON A TRAIN

    MUSIC AND LYRICS
    BY
    PETER LINK
    Based on a story by Julia Wade

    I MET A WOMAN ON THE TRAIN
    USUALLY THE CONVERSATION SKIRTS THE MUNDANE
    USUALLY I FIND A SEAT APART FROM ALL THE PEOPLE
    BUT I CAN'T COMPLAIN
    ABOUT THE NIGHT I MET A WOMAN ON THE TRAIN

    I SHOW HER MY KINDLE ON THE TRAIN
    SHE SITS IN RAPT AMAZEMENT WHILE I EXPLAIN
    SHE ADMITS TO ME SHE'S 83 AND LOOKS MUCH YOUNGER
    BUT I SENSE HER PAIN
    AS THE NIGHT ROLLS ON BEHIND US ON THE TRAIN

    I TELL HER I SING EVERY WEEKEND
    AT A CHURCH IN BOSTON
    SHE CONFESSES TO BEING A CATH'LIC
    AND THAT SHE FINDS ME A LITTLE ODD

    SHE SAYS SHE TOLD HER CHILDREN
    TO GO AND FIND THEIR OWN TRUTH
    I LOOK INTO HER EYES
    AND GIVE MY NEW/OLD FRIEND A NOD
    SHE SAYS, "OH HONEY, WE ALL ARE CHILDREN OF GOD"
    OH HONEY, WE ALL ARE CHILDREN OF GOD

    WE TALK A LIFETIME ON THE TRAIN
    THE VEILS OF SOCIAL PRUDENCE
    NO LONGER PERTAIN
    FUNNY HOW WE OPEN UP SO QUICK
    TO PERFECT STRANGERS
    BUT I CAN'T COMPLAIN
    ALL BECAUSE WE SHARED TWO LIFETIMES
    ON THE TRAIN

    I TELL HER OF ALL MY REGRETS
    OF NEVER RAISING CHILDREN
    SHE ADMITS TO HER RASH IMPATIENCE
    AND THAT SHE SHOULD HAVE SPARED THE ROD

    WE BOTH LOOK OUT THE WINDOW
    AND ACCEPT OUR IMPERFECTIONS
    I LOOK INTO HER EYES
    AND GIVE MY NEW/OLD FRIEND A NOD
    SHE SAYS, "OH HONEY, WE ALL ARE CHILDREN OF GOD"
    OH HONEY, WE ALL ARE CHILDREN OF GOD

    NEW YORK TO BOSTON
    BOSTON TO NEW YORK
    TRAINS HAVE A WAY OF PUTTING A STOP ON TIME
    NO ONE GROWS ANY OLDER ON A TRAIN
    A PERFECT STRANGER
    SLEEPS HEAD ON MY SHOULDER
    THE SLEEPING TRAIN GETS QUIET
    THE CAR A LITTLE COLDER
    MILE AFTER MILE
    WITH HER HEAD UPON MY SHOULDER
    AND I DARE NOT MOVE A MUSCLE
    LEST SHE WAKE
    THIS WOMAN ON A TRAIN

  • Title: Goin' Home
  • Artist: Peter Link, Tom Tipton
  • Composer: Victor Labenske, Antonin Dvorak
  • Lyricist: William Arms Fisher
  • Sample:
  • Lyrics:

    Goin' Home
    Words by William Arms Fisher
    Music by Antonin Dvorak & Victor Labenske

    Goin' home
    Goin' home
    I'm a goin' home
    Quiet like
    Some still day
    I'm jes' goin' home

    It's not far
    Jes' close by
    Through an open door
    Work all done
    Care laid by
    Gon' to fear no more

    Mother's there
    'spectin' me
    Father's waitin' too
    Lots o' folk
    Gathered there
    All the friends i knew

    I'm goin'
    I'm goin' home
    I'm a goin' home

    Mornin' star
    Lights the way
    Res'less dream all done
    Shadow's gone
    Break o' day
    Real life just begun

    There's no break
    There's no end
    Jes' a livin' on
    Wide awake
    With a smile
    Goin' on and on

    Goin' home
    Goin' home
    I'm jes' goin' home
    It's not far
    Jes' close by
    Through an open door

    Goin' home
    [Spoken]
    Goin' home
    I'm jes' goin' home

  • Title: I Stand For You
  • Artist: Jenny Burton
  • Lyricist: Jenny Burton, Peter Link
  • Sample:
  • Lyrics:

    I STAND FOR YOU

    LYRICS
    BY
    PETER LINK & JENNY BURTON

    MUSIC
    BY
    PETER LINK

    I WALK THE ROADS YOU WALKED
    WITH EVERY STEP I TAKE
    I TRY TO FOLLOW YOU
    WITH EVERY MOVE I MAKE
    I SEE YOUR SHINING LIGHT
    AND LIKE A MAGNET
    I AM DRAWN TO YOU
    GOD LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE THROUGH
    I'LL BEAR THE TORCH AND SHARE THE FIRE
    AND CARRY ON THE MEANINGS OF YOUR LIFE
    AS I GO THROUGH LIFE

    OH I'LL REMEMBER YOU
    IN EVERYTHING I DO
    IN EVERY STEP I TAKE
    IN EVERY MOVE I MAKE
    I'LL REMEMBER YOU
    AND I'LL WALK IN YOUR SHOES
    I'LL STAND IN YOUR GRACE
    I SHALL NOT BE MOVED
    AND WHAT'S MORE
    WITH ALL THAT YOU STAND FOR

    I STAND FOR YOU
    YEAH I STAND FOR YOU
    OOOOOHHHHHHH
    I STAND FOR YOU

    I DEDICATE MY LIFE
    TO THE WISDOM THAT YOU TAUGHT
    I LIFT YOUR SWORD OF TRUTH
    TO THE BATTLES YOU HAVE FOUGHT
    I CARRY ON YOUR NAME
    SO ALL THE WORLD WILL KNOW
    OF THE LIGHT IN YOU
    GOD LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE THROUGH
    AND WHEN IT ALL IS SAID AND DONE
    THOSE WHO'VE KNOWN ME WILL HAVE KNOWN YOU TOO
    THIS I HOPE TO DO

    YEAH I'LL REMEMBER YOU
    IN EVERYTHING I DO
    IN EVERY STEP I TAKE
    IN EVERY MOVE I MAKE
    I'LL REMEMBER YOU
    AND I'LL WALK IN YOUR SHOES
    I'LL STAND IN YOUR GRACE
    I SHALL NOT BE MOVED
    AND WHAT'S MORE
    WITH ALL THAT YOU STAND FOR

    I STAND FOR YOU
    YEAH I STAND FOR YOU
    OOOOOHHHHHHH
    I STAND FOR YOU

    I STAND FOR YOU
    I STAND FOR YOU
    YOU ARE MY LIGHT
    YOU ARE MY LIGHTHOUSE
    YOUR BLOOD IS RUNNIN' THROUGH MY VEINS
    YOU STAND FOR THE TRUTH
    AND NOTHING LESS
    SO I GOT TO
    LOOKS LIKE IT'S TIME TO GET DRESSED

    MY FEET ARE SHOD
    WITH THE PREPARATION OF THE GOSPEL OF PEACE

    GOT MY SHIELD OF FAITH
    AND THE BREASTPLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
    HAND ME DOWN MY HELMET OF SALVATION
    AND THE SWORD OF THE SPIRIT
    THE WHOLE ARMOUR
    THE WHOLE ARMOUR OF GOD

    AND I'LL STAND
    I'LL STAND
    FOR YOU!

  • Title: Nothing Only Love
  • Artist: Julia Wade
  • Composer: Peter Link
  • Lyricist: Jacob Brackman
  • Source: King Of Hearts
  • Sample:
  • Lyrics:

    NOTHING ONLY LOVE
    From KING OF HEARTS

    Lyrics by Jacob Brackman
    Music by Peter Link

    Some people say it all ends sadly
    I‘ll have to pay with tears in time
    Prob’ly I should beware
    But I don’t think I care
    ‘cause nothing matters
    Nothing only love

    Soon you’ll know all my secret places
    I’ll have lost all my mystery then
    How can then matter now
    I can’t stop anyhow
    ‘cause nothing matters
    Nothing only love

    The sky may fall but I don’t care
    The light may fail but it doesn’t matter
    The wind may blow me anywhere
    But I don’t care cause it doesn’t matter
    My hands may shake
    My dreams may shatter
    My heart may break
    But it doesn’t matter
    No nothing does
    No no nothing matters
    Nothing only love
    No nothing only love
    No nothing only love

    Minutes ago my mind was racing
    Now all my worries feel so small
    Now there’s just you and me
    And in your eyes I see
    That nothing matters
    Nothing only love
    The moon may crack
    The sea may boil
    The song may die
    But it doesn’t matter
    This river may carry me anywhere
    But I don’t care
    ‘cause it doesn’t matter
    My hands may shake
    My dreams may shatter
    My heart may break
    But it doesn’t matter
    No nothing does
    No no nothing matters
    Nothing only love
    No nothing only love
    No nothing only love

  • Title: Ya' Don't Hafta Be A Singer To Sing (w/ Georgia Engel)
  • Artist: Julia Wade
  • Lyricist: Peter Link
  • Sample:
  • Lyrics:

    Ya’ Don’t Hafta Be A Singer To Sing
    Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

    Julia (Rubato)
    Lily Tomlin
    Gracie Allen
    Carol Burnett
    Lucille Ball
    Tina Fey
    Whoopie Goldberg
    When it comes to comedy
    Giants all

    Sad to say
    I’m just a singer
    How I wish I could make ‘em laugh
    But when it comes to comic timing
    Guess you might say I’m just better at rhyming
    Perhaps this funny business
    Is just not my call

    Georgia
    (Spoken)
    Ya’ don’t have to be a comic to make ‘em laugh, Julia.
    Like you always say, “Ya’ don’t have to be a singer to sing.” Being a
    comedienne is a lot like being a singer.
    Just make the best of what cha got!

    Julia
    (Spoken)

    But women like Gilda Radner and Bea Arthur are just naturally funny. And
    Betty White … and Ellen Degeneres …
    Julia (Continues and sings)
    Now take me, for instance, Georgia
    I ain’t exactly Madeline Kahn
    And I could go on and on (As you know …)
    But I manage to get a few laughs in each of my shows
    So I thought I’d come to you
    I just had to resort to a little support from a friend

    Georgia
    I’m here for ya’, girl.

    Ya’ know, when I’m with you just hangin’ ‘round
    Don’t cha know, we laugh all the time
    And the truth of it is
    You’re just as funny as you can be
    Julia
    I know …
    I’m a natural ham
    A rattlebrain is what I am
    Therein lies the funniest facet of me
    Now I see!
    Yes a natural ham
    A rattlebrain is what I am
    So I make the best
    With whatever it is I be
    Right?

    Georgia
    Now ya’ got it!

    Julia
    It’s like you say I always say …
    Ya’ don’t hafta be a singer to sing
    Georgia
    That’s right!
    Anyone can do it in the shower
    It just takes a dash of courage
    To get over your reserve
    A tablespoon of confidence
    And a bucket full of nerve

    You don’t hafta have a great big voice
    Or God’s gift of rhythm in your soul
    But at least ya’ got to know enough to carry a tune
    Dare to stick it out there past the fear an’ get a grip
    Both
    Have the stuff to get up on that stage an’ let ‘er rip
    But ya’ don’t hafta be a singer to sing

    Ya’ don’t hafta be a singer to sing

    Georgia
    Now take me for instance, Julia
    I ain’t exactly Maria Callas
    And I never played the Palace
    But I’ve managed to croon a few tunes on ol’ Broadway
    Now my range is kinda short
    So I sometimes resort to a little support from a friend
    Julia
    I’m here for ya’, girl.

    Georgia
    Ya’ see most of my notes are so remote
    That, to me, I sound like a Billie goat
    But I’ll tell ya’ my secret
    If you promise to never tell

    I got four good notes
    An’ none of them’s a money note
    But beyond that,
    It all sounds to me like a yelp
    That’s right!
    I got four good notes
    An’ none of them’s a money note
    But beyond that, girl
    I probably need some help
    Julia
    But remember Georgia …
    Ya’ don’t hafta be a singer to sing
    Georgia & Julia
    Trading lines
    Yeah …
    Anyone can do it in the shower
    It just takes a dash of courage
    To get over your reserve
    A tablespoon of confidence
    And a bucket full of nerve

    You don’t hafta have a great big voice
    Or God’s gift of rhythm in your soul
    But at least ya’ got to know enough to carry a tune
    Dare to stick it out there past the fear an’ get a grip
    Both
    Have the stuff to get up
    On that stage
    An’ let ‘er rip
    But ya’ don’t hafta be a singer to sing

    Ya’ don’t hafta be a singer to sing
    Georgia
    Well here goes …

    If yer tryin’ to be a singer
    Baby ya’ gotta want it
    If ya’ got it
    Better flaunt it
    Whatever it is ya’ got
    Both
    If ya’ think you can swing it
    An’ yer out there tryin’ to wing it
    Don’t think twice, just bring it!
    Whatever it is ya’ got

    So what if ya’ ain’t got the chops
    Ya’ can’t be afraid of the flops
    They ain’t gonna call the cops
    So pull out all them stops and give it
    Whatever it is ya’ got

    No ya’ don’t hafta be a singer
    Don’t hafta be a singer
    Don’t hafta be a singer
    To siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
    So siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!

  • Title: Crazy Day
  • Artist: Jenny Burton
  • Lyricist: Peter Link
  • Sample:
  • Lyrics:

    Crazy Day

    Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

    I had a crazy day
    Lay around
    And dreamed the afternoon away
    Thought about the way you smile
    When I’m in your eyes
    I did not think I’d miss you
    When we laughed and said goodbye
    But to my surprise
    Something is gone inside

    Crazy day
    You took my heart away
    Crazy day
    You turned the tide

    Oh but it all it felt so fine
    The dreams and the air
    And the sun and the shine
    Me and the birds had a damn good time
    But the sun set like to give me a sign

    Now the colors of blue
    And the absence of you
    Keep taking me through this change

    I had a crazy day
    Drifted through the morning
    In my disarray
    Never knew what I know now
    Never saw your face
    I knew I’d soon forget you
    And you’d vanish into space
    But the more I tried
    The more you were on my mind

    Crazy day
    You took my heart away
    Crazy day
    You turned the tide
    You turned the tide
    You turned the tide

  • Title: You're Leaving Me
  • Artist: Jenny Burton
  • Lyricist: Peter Link
  • Sample:
  • Lyrics:

    YOU’RE LEAVING ME

    Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

    You’re leaving me
    Wish you could stay but maybe it’s right
    You’re leaving me
    Though I agree I’m still very frightened
    All our dreams have turned into ashes
    Turned into dust
    The fires have long been gone

    You’re leaving me
    Maybe just one more chance
    Ah but you’re leaving me
    Never your need and never your glance
    Will touch my heart
    Leaving me breathless
    Leaving me weak
    With all my walls torn down

    Maybe I’ll go on
    Maybe I’ll get by
    Maybe I’ll sing my new song
    Leaving all my past behind
    Yes maybe it’s all right
    Maybe the right time
    Maybe I’ll find my answers
    When at last you’re far away

    And so you’re leaving me
    Wish I could be the one who was leaving
    Leaving you
    Wish I believed in what we are doing
    Time will tell
    Maybe you’ll come back
    Maybe you won’t
    And maybe I’ll be free
    Of your leaving me

  • Title: The Night I Met St. Nick
  • Artist: Julia Wade
  • Composer: Peter Link
  • Lyricist: Peter Link
  • Sample:
  • Lyrics:

    The Night I Met St. Nick
    Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

    I was hiding ‘hind the sofa
    When he came down the chimney
    Cuz I did not believe
    He could ach-ally come down the chimney
    But he came down the chimney
    Just like they always said he would
    Uh hum yeah
    With a grunt and a whoosh ... and kerplop!

    It amazed me so, I forgot I was hiding
    So, I stood up in amazement at a fat man in a red suit
    With a scowl upon his face.
    “What in tarnation are you doing up now
    At this ungodly hour, young lady?”
    He said as he texted on his iPhone back up North to his elf

    “Well, Mr. Claus,” I replied, most polite,
    “I guess I just had to see for myself!”

    “Well now you’ve gone an’ done it!”
    As he pulled out his list.

    “Let’s see here uuuuuuhhhhh, you must be young Julie
    Is that right?”
    “Well, that’s right!” said I.
    “Well you’re now in big trouble, sure as pie”

    “I got a most busy schedule now you’re makin’ me late
    Right now I oughta be back in my sled instead
    So go ahead now ... an’ go back to bed!
    And doncha be peekin’ through the keyhole.”

    When I got up that morning — that Christmas morning—
    There was nothing in my stocking but a lump of coal
    Rats

    I woulda cried my eyes out, but remember, good people
    It was just a dream
    Just a dream ...
    It was just a dream about the night I met St. Nick

    I dunno if he was a saint, but he sure was cute!
    OK, don’t go away. There’s more to this story.

    Next Christmas Eve I was hidin’ again ‘hind the sofa
    As he whooshed down the chimney
    “I remember you,
    You’re that girl, you’re Julie,”
    That’s right, cutie pie.
    “You were trouble from the git go
    An’ now you’re back again, my friend.
    Uh hum yeah
    This ain’t right an’ it’s just got to stop”

    “Only this time ach-ally I’m kinda glad ta’ see ya’,
    I’m a little bit stuck here
    Got a flat tire on a reindeer
    An’ I’m plum done outta spares.”

    Who ever heard of such a thing like that?
    Well now remember, good people
    It was just a dream
    Just a dream …
    It was just a dream about another night I met St. Nick

    I never promised it would make much sense.

    So I grabbed him my ol’ trusty bicycle pump
    An’ we went swoosh up the chimney in a flash

    And there stood Dasher, Dancer, Prancer an’ the others
    I fixed that ol’ flat tire in the blink of a lash
    An’ old Saint Nick was off like a shot

    He’s shoutin’ “Merry Merry Christmas” across the sky
    “To all a Happy Happy New Year”
    He never looked back
    He never said thanks
    He just disappeared into the clouds

    Hold on, just wait a minute, Santa!
    Here I am stuck on the roof!
    An’ no way I’m goin’ back down that chimney
    It’s too darn dirty an’ I just don’t have it in me
    An’ besides you never even said thank you

    When I got up that morning — that Christmas morning —
    My stocking was filled to the brim and overflowing
    Presents in the kitchen
    Presents in the bath tub
    Presents in the attic and presents in the shed
    And even one more under the pillow in my bed.

    I coulda cried my eyes out
    At all the presents he left me
    But then again my friend
    It was just a dream
    It was just a dream about the night I met
    Or was it?
    Nah …
    It was just a dream about the night I met St. Nick

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